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This morning I saw the most beautiful thing...

The sky had cleared,
  the wind picked up,
 the trees danced and played in the sparse glow of a new day.
And my children, sleepy and stretchy,
  blurry-eyed and full of half-awake excitement,
  their heads bobbing as we hurried on our way,
 with only cranberries for company.
The moon, it's trek across the sky almost done,
  and the sun, playing tag,
 as dark, inspiring clouds moved in on the west.
This truly was a morning filled with wonder.

But then, at my journey's end,
  I saw the most beautiful thing!

How I miss her...

© 2003 (17 april) john r. chase

just a sketch, there's so much more...